I pull on the joint and I choke.
My mind is cloudy from the enticing smoke.
Everyone is laughing at life as if it's a joke.
I'm not getting the punch-line; my boy just got smoked
I'm trying to find my way though this fog by reading what God wrote.
My spirit is sleep and can't be woke.
I wish I was holy like the Pope
But I'm on my last lung and there aint no hope
"they" scream up with hope and down with dope
Wait i gotta pause because I'm about to choke.
Maybe I should just get a rope
Naw PASS THE DOPE!
I can't be finished because my baby momma loves my deep stroke
Especially when i'm cloaked by this smoke
Damn this is some good dope!!!